A Short Stay in Hell

by Steven L. Peck

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this … well, no harm’s done, I’ve never really agreed with the policy anyway … but that’s all just make-believe. We keep the office windows showing that scene just to get the new arrivals to take things seriously. Those are all actors. They get off in about a half hour. So … anyway, we’d better push on.”

How can such a small word as “eon” describe a length of time that is more akin to eternity than any measurable time span?

As a Mormon I believed I would eventually get a perfect body after the resurrection, but immediately after death I was supposed to go to a spirit world. It was clear this was not what had happened.

reviewing the past, but it was all there. (This was to be the greatest curse of Hell.

In Hell there was no sense of place, because all places were the same. Uniform monotony. A place without place.

A God who would send me to a place like this?

worse than fire and brimstone?

I feared the defining point of this Hell was its unrelenting uniformity, its lack of variation from type.